[ Mosley's silent for a moment, just continuing to drive them... wherever he's driving as he thinks how to answer England's question. And what a question it is! ]
A contract was made, Mr. England. CERES was hired to colonize Tellus, not anywhere --
[ And then he pauses, breaking suddenly in the golf cart and looking a little wide-eyed. ]
Oh.
[ He looks to England, frowning. ]
Let me rephrase that. I was wrong.
[ And then the cart will start up again and he continues driving, as if the past few moments never happened. ]
CERES has already spent too much money on this investment, to pull out now would count Cerealia as a loss of revenue. Surely you know something about profitable colonies, Mr. England.
[ It doesn't seem like Mosley's going to address his flub, if it even was one. ]
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A contract was made, Mr. England. CERES was hired to colonize Tellus, not anywhere --
[ And then he pauses, breaking suddenly in the golf cart and looking a little wide-eyed. ]
Oh.
[ He looks to England, frowning. ]
Let me rephrase that. I was wrong.
[ And then the cart will start up again and he continues driving, as if the past few moments never happened. ]
CERES has already spent too much money on this investment, to pull out now would count Cerealia as a loss of revenue. Surely you know something about profitable colonies, Mr. England.
[ It doesn't seem like Mosley's going to address his flub, if it even was one. ]